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jisung isn't... not athletic, necessarily. despite his habits, he does regularly enough attend the gym and when it came to sports, he wasn't exactly terrible. but neither could one call him particularly good and the reason why is the reason it always is with jisung. trying way too hard, or very much not enough.
it's a good thing he was growing more and more comfortable with imogen. after all, it's not like he hadn't been racing break neck speeds with her, texting her about high intensity activities that got his heartrate up for some time. it was the kind of bonding that brought people just a bit closer together (on the surface level, and that's the only level jisung typically prefers to operate at). if he wasn't at least this close to her, it would be awfully awkward.
the other side of the court sends the ball their way with a setup into a regular hit and it's not even moving fast— it's not hurling it's gently plummeting over the net. but he's still panicking. he thinks imogen is moving (he vaguely knew she was next to him from the corner of his eye earlier), but what if she didn't go for it? what if she was expecting him to? what if... what if! what if he let her down after she agreed to be his partner (when he gave her puppy dog eyes and said you're the best ((and only)) volleyball partner i know!!)...
he moves a little too quickly for a 185cm tall man; and next thing he knows he's bumping hard into imogen. he can feel how heavy he collides into her because he also stumbles (and the ball sadly drops to the ground next to him). grunting softly, he looks to inspect the damage to his partner with an apologetic, cringe of a crooked frown, "oh no, sorry." he reaches out to pat at her like one does a fly away, gently patting the air more so than her shoulder. "nobody told me volleyball is a contact sport." he chuckles (awkwardly, lightly, softly).